I moan and whisper his name, both things sounding the same to me. My body tingles, a sense of pure bliss washing over me.
"Oh, Anders..." I purr, a satisfying numbness taking hold of my limbs.
Still inside of me he hooks his fingers on my hips and makes me jut my ass up as he thrusts, his hips still rocking back and forth. I bend over even more, my breasts pressed against the desk’s surface and thrusting my ass back, his cock as hard as it has ever been. He starts as slow as before but his pace grows steadily. Soon enough his thighs are slapping my ass, the sound of it wild and free. He rams me hard, each stroke of his cock forcing me to scream louder and louder. I can feel nothing but the rhythmic thrust of his cock - all of my body has become numb, pleasure coating all of my senses and leaving everything out.
It isn't sex and it isn't making love. It’s transcendence. Pure and absolute transcendence. How else to describe it? In this moment, my whole universe is his naked body - the sound he makes when he breathes out, his warm skin brushing against mine, his long fingers on my lower back... It’s joy, bliss and rapture all rolled into one. It’s Anders.
Harder and harder he goes, the ferocity of his body overpowering me and making my legs wobble. My whole body feels weak and, if it weren’t for the desk, I’d just fall down to the floor. I start screaming as he thrusts mercilessly, his hands locking me in place as a vice, but then I remember exactly where I am and grit my teeth, forcing myself to shut up. I can feel the muscles in his forearms bulging, his whole body tensing up as he holds his breath and thrusts so fast I’m almost sure I’m going to pass out.
But I don't pass out - I scream my lungs off and grab the edges of the desk viciously as thorns of a perfect orgasm lace my whole body, a high so perfect I’m not sure if I'll ever be able to think straight again. I’m deep into oblivion and I want to stay there and drown in sweet delight. I have never felt anything like this - it’s like a dream, surreal sensations crawling under my skin. I feel as if I’m floating, my pussy spasming around his cock in a way I didn’t know to be possible.
Seeing me like that does it for him. Anders thrusts his cock as deeply as he can and I moan as he comes. His body is static and tense, all that tension inside of him slowly seeping out. I feel his cock spasm violently inside me, his warm semen gushing and coating my insides, filling me. To see, feel and hear his pleasure, knowing I’m the one responsible for it... My own orgasms seem to pale in comparison to this feeling. I hold still, breathing hard as Anders surrenders to the crashing waves that engulf us both.
Only when his hands ease their grip do I move, his still hard cock sliding out of me. I turn to him, panting, and look up at the perfect man t
hat towers over me.
"This… was perfect."
“It was,” he whispers, “but I’m not done yet.” I feel my insides clenching at his words, and then he grabs me by the hips and turns me around. Pulling me up, he makes me sit on the edge of his desk and then forces me to part my legs. His cum is already dripping out of my folds, sliding down my thighs and pooling on the flat surface of his desk.
With his lips curled into a deliciously wicked grin, he goes down on his knees, never taking his eyes out of mine. His hands are still on my knees, keeping my legs spread wide, and he leans into me, slowly parting his lips. He lays his mouth against my drenched pussy and then starts to lap at my inner lips with his tongue, scooping up his own cum and driving me completely insane. I can’t believe that he’s doing this… God, it seems that for a man like Anders there really are no limits.
When he finally takes all the cum that was in my pussy into his mouth, he stands up and, smiling, leans into me and crushes his mouth against mine. I close my eyes and, allowing instinct to guide me, I push my tongue inside his mouth. We kiss like that, swapping his cum while it drips down our chins. Pulling back from me, he runs his tongue down my chin, licking my skin dry.
“You drive me fucking insane, Christine,” he tells me, and my heart almost explodes my chest. Has this really happened? Oh, God, yes it did. I guess this is one of those things Ashley and Natalie talk about. In Ashley’s own words: some men will dazzle you with what they can do; for them, there are no limits. I guess she’s right.
Professor Anders, where have you been all of my life?
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Christine
“All right, you guys, I need your advice, seriously,” I say, swirling my gin and tonic around endlessly in my hand. “I know I agreed to fuck Anders and that we can keep our…” I wave my hand around in the air, in imminent danger of spilling my drink, “bedroom relationship and our professional relationship separate, but damn…I just hate this. What kind of future UN ambassador uses her body to get her start at the UN?”
“Well,” Natalie says contemplatively, “are you actually doing that? What does Anders say?”
“That he can separate our relationships in his head, and judge my application on its merits,” I say miserably, staring down into my drink.
“I know I wouldn’t be able to keep my desire to wrap my lips around his cock and the fact that he was my professor separate in my mind,” Kim puts in. I glare at her, really not wanting to hear that answer. She ignores that look. “Okay, tell the truth now – you guys are fucking now, right?”
I nod, a giant grin spreading across my face. “Ohhhhh yeahhhh,” I sigh happily. At least that part isn’t complicated. Anders Trask’s dick? Yes please.
“Is it as big as we thought it’d be?” Kim asks, leaning forward, her eyes sparkling with lust. I have to quell a momentary feeling of jealousy. Of course Kim would be drooling over Anders. Any woman with a pulse would be. It didn’t mean Anders was drooling over her.
I let a grin spread across my face as answer and Kim squeals. “I knew it! I knew it!” she crowed. “How big? C’mon, show us.”
I hesitated for just a second, but c’mon, who was I fooling? I couldn’t keep that kind of shit from my besties. I spread my hands apart, indicating the length of his delicious cock and Kim’s eyes widened. “How does that fit in you?” she breathed in shock.
“Oh, it fits,” Natalie says with a naughty grin.
“Oh my god, you too??” Kim says, laughing, and Natalie’s grin only widened. We grinned at each other and clinked glasses together in celebration.
“I want my own foot-long-dick-wielding fuckmaster,” Kim says, looking back and forth between us, pouting.
“Someday,” Natalie says, throwing her arm around Kim’s shoulders and giving her a squeeze. “And when you do, you too will have a hard time walking some mornings.”
I snort, remembering yesterday morning. Yeah, that’s about right.